“Why, they were here a few minutes ago!” Red exclaimed indignantly. “Someone’s swiped ’em!”
Mr. Hatfield glanced quickly about the camp. No one however, was within sight.
“Of all the dirty tricks!” Dan exploded. “Taking the food right out of our mouths!”
“How about the bacon and eggs?” Fred demanded. “Have they walked off too?”
A check disclosed that the other food remained untouched.
“Go ahead and fry your bacon and eggs,” Mr. Hatfield advised. “Brad and I will take a quick look around.”
The pair circled the camp, even venturing a short distance into the woods. Because the ground was firm and dry, they could find no telltale footprints. Nor did they see anyone.
Giving up the search, they returned a few minutes later to share bacon and eggs with the Cubs.
“This supper is ruined without the biscuits,” Red complained. “I made ’em super! Honestly, I did.”
“I’ll bet they turned out so hard you were afraid to serve ’em,” Babe joked. “So to fool us, you buried ’em.”